The figure seemed to move very slowly, but it easily blocked the arrows flying towards Leng Ling Shuang.
Yu Qing Qian wasn’t disappointed that the arrows were blocked. She didn’t have hope of killing Leng Ling Shuang just now to begin with.
Of course, if the person before her hadn’t appeared, Leng Ling Shuang would’ve died by now, and the people of the Leng Clan would definitely collect her body the moment it happened, and the blame would still be in effect.
Both situations were within Yu Qing Qian’s expectations, but she thought the first possibility was the most likely, and she also guessed right.
“You really showed up.” Yu Qing Qian calmly looked at the stunning woman standing in front of Leng Ling Shuang.
Leng Ling Shuang felt a chill after what happened just now. Having not died this time, she also relaxed a lot. The palm holding her sacred tool was filled with sweat.
“Aunt!” Leng Ling Shuang shouted happily.
Leng Yu Jun wasn’t wearing a veil right now. She was wearing a pure white sacrificial robe. There was a golden symbol representing the Bu Clan on her forehead, and she looked very holy and dignified.
Hearing Yu Qing Qian’s words, Leng Yu Jun’s eyes were also calm, and her voice was gentle, with a bit of charm: “Did you know I would appear?”
“I guessed that you wouldn’t let Leng Ling Shuang die here.” Yu Qing Qian curled her lips up slightly, half-smiling.
The mother and daughter looked somewhat similar, but their temperaments were completely different. However, they were both stunning and eye-catching. Standing amongst the crowd, they were both the focus.
At this moment, as Leng Yu Jun and Yu Qing Qian faced each other, everyone present was watching the show in silence, guessing who would ultimately give in.
“You’re very smart.” Leng Yu Jun looked at Yu Qing Qian with admiration in her eyes.
Yu Qing Qian raised an eyebrow, her voice a little lazy, but sharp and firm, “But what if I must kill her?”
“You’re a smart person, so you should do smart things.” Leng Yu Jun said calmly: “I will have the Leng Clan cancel the kill order and will never hunt you down again.”
This was a promise in exchange for Leng Ling Shuang’s life. In everyone’s opinion, Leng Yu Jun conceded first.
Everyone turned their attention to Yu Qing Qian, especially the pupils of the Holy Academy. In their opinion, the Great Demon King would never give in like this.
Yu Qing Qian folded her arms and looked Leng Yu Jun up and down. Her red lips moved, but the words she said were venomous, “If the Leng Clan wants to withdraw the kill order against me, they’d still have to ask whether I agree or not. It seems that the childishness of the Leng Clan is all inherited, you sure can bring this up.”
If she really didn’t want her to be hunted down by the Leng Clan, with this woman’s strength, she could have stopped it in Hai City. Why did she have to pretend to be kind right now, like a cat crying for a mouse. It instead made her look down on her.
Hearing Yu Qing Qian’s words, the people of the Leng Clan and those who knew the Goddess’s cruel and ruthless methods couldn’t resist twitching their lips. Anyone who dared say anything against the Goddess would have long gone to see King Yama of hell. They all had to admire Yu Qing Qian’s courage.
Leng Yu Jun’s expression didn’t change. Her gaze was so deep that her emotions couldn’t be seen clearly, but her slightly trembling body still revealed her unrest at the moment.
She had always been afraid that there would be a day when mother and daughter would confront each other like this, but she also knew that it was ultimately inevitable.
“No one has dared talk to me like this.” Leng Yu Jun’s vice was cold and filled with a sense of complexity.
She had always thought that she could be able to not care, and wouldn’t regret, but when she personally heard her daughter that she birthed with that person mock her in public, her heart still couldn’t resist twisting.
Yu Qing Qian smiled indifferently: “Then I’ll be the first person to do it.”
She had long passed the age of longing for maternal love. In her eyes, the woman in front of her was just a stranger, nothing more.
There was no hatred as imagined, no questioning, no hostility nor disgust, not even hidden desire and complex emotions. It was just plain and indifferent. Yu Qing Qian’s eyes, which seemed as if it were looking at a stranger, instead made Leng Yu Jun suddenly feel uncomfortable.